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“Not unsexy at all,” I said. “I’m starving too.”
So I rang down and ordered two club sandwiches, chips and a bottle of wine, and while we waited she climbed into my lap and carried on exactly where she’d left off.
My shirt came off. My trousers came off. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it slowly, kissing me, her hips rocking against my thigh. I slid two fingers inside her and she gasped and rode them, soaking wet, her forehead pressed to mine. We forgot about the sandwiches entirely.
She had a condom in her wash bag. She rolled it on me and sank down onto me on the armchair, moaning, her knees pressed into the cushions either side of my hips. We found a rhythm. It was fast and messy and wonderful, and she was close, so close, her nails in my shoulders.
Then: knock knock. “Room service!”
And the door, which neither of us had double-locked, swung open.
The waiter was nineteen at most. He stood there with a silver tray, staring at Priya’s bare back and my face over her shoulder.
There was a very long silence.
“Just leave it on the side,” Priya said, without turning round. “Thanks so much.”
He left it on the side. He left. We laughed so hard we couldn’t finish.
The sandwiches were excellent, though.
Ending 10 of 16: Room Service. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.